It is not the number of times you are counting, but the strength at which you are being struck.
She was to be punished for a severe transgression. She knew she deserved it and needed it to feel whole again. She had allowed another Dom to touch her without her Masters permission. She was at fault and was lucky that Master was forgiving. Still, a lesson had to be learned. Slave had waited a full week on pins and needles, waiting for the weekend. Not sure when the punishment would occur.
Saturday morning dawned, a bright and beautiful day. It was almost spring and the air was fresh and new. Slave awoke with a tremor in her heart because she knew today was the day of her punishment. She got out of their bed and made her way to the kitchen. Brewing a pot of coffee, she gazed out the window wondering when he would come.
So many thoughts flew through her mind. Why had she been so stupid? Why did she risk the love she knew she wanted on something so trifling? She felt awful and dejected. How could he look at her with same eyes? Did this change everything? Could they get back what they had?
She was determined to take her punishment with as much grace as she could. Master had not yet told her a number or what he would use. In the past, when she had needed discipline, Master had given her large numbers, but not struck her very hard. Enough to make her ass red and tender. What if this time it were different? Startled out of her thoughts by the sound of her cell phone ringing. She saw it was her Master and quickly answered.
"G-good morning Master" she said, trying to put a smile in her voice.
"Good morning disobedient one, are you dressed?"
"Not yet. I was just having coffee and thinking about you." she replied
"And what were you thinking, slave?"
"I was thinking about how I let you down and disappointed you and how wretched I feel."
"Good" her Master said "You should be thinking those things. I will be over later this afternoon and we will begin your punishment. You need to remember who owns you, all of you. Finish your coffee, take a shower, get dressed and don't forget the pink butt plug. I want you aware of yourself all day."
"Yes, Master, as you wish", she replied and he hung up.
She drank her coffee and thought about what she was going to do while she was waiting. She would clean up the house and then go to the store to get things for dinner. She would make him a nice meal. She would wear some sexy lingerie. Maybe she could soften him up a little.
She showered, inserted the butt plug, and got dressed. She put on a red skirt that hit her at mid-thigh along with a pair of thigh stockings, she topped the look with a low cut sweater embellished with red cherries. She took great care with her hair and make-up. She wanted to look especially good today. The plug was bigger than what she was used to and a little uncomfortable, but she would get used to it. She cleaned up her room and made the bed. She took a load of laundry to the wash room and got that started. Now what to make for dinner? She decided on steak, baked potato and fresh salad. Time to go to the grocery store.
She checked the time as she left the house. She was very aware of her ass as she drove and was even more aware of it when she got to the store. Her nipples were hard, too. She took a deep breath and walked in. She felt as though all eyes were on her, as if they all knew, but that was ridiculous. She did her shopping and hurried home. She put away the groceries and sat down to wait.
